Page 160 of Heat & Deceit
I couldn’t care less about his balls swaying above me. My gaze is only for her. She leans forward, bringing those full breasts perfectly in position for me to lift up and suck one into my mouth. She hisses, but Rome’s cock suddenly muffles the sound.
Then I do look up, watching as she accepts his length with practiced ease, like she was always ready, always waiting for us.
Ly eases into her, the pressure of his cock bearing down on mine. I jerk inside of her and bite her nipple, earning a moan. Cherry blossoms surround me as my knot fills her. Slick and cum coat my length. Her walls pulse around me, milking me. Begging for my cum.
I swirl my tongue over her nipple and move my hand to her throat. With Rome’s cock inside of her mouth, I loosely flex my fingers, scarcely cutting off her oxygen as he rolls his hips. Her cunt squeezes me tighter than before.
She moans.
That sound is mine.
From here on out, her heat is ours. Her love. Her moans. Her pussy. My gorgeous little liar is right where she needs to be.
I squeeze her neck again, grunting as my cock jerks and my cum fills her. She gasps. Rome purrs. Ly curses. Just like that. I take control, manipulating her airways, thrusting inside of her, bringing her and my pack to a collective orgasm. Bringing us right where we need to be.
Together.
* * *
ONE YEAR LATER
Everything is almost ready. Kiki and her pack are almost here. I glance around the kitchen again. Javi is busy finishing up at the grill. Ly and Rome finished helping prepare the side dishes, and the three-layer cake is cooling, waiting for the homemade buttercream frosting. Georgina is fluttering around, grabbing a bucket of ice for the water and soda, and her pack is posted in front of the TV, watching some sports program I couldn’t care less about.
“It’s okay if people drink,” I tell her for the fifth time. We’ve been planning this get together for a while, and I don’t want everyone to be miserable because of me.
“It’s really fine,” Georgina says, shooting me a look. “You worry too much.”
That’s probably true. No one seems to mind the lack of alcohol, and honestly, I’m relieved no one is drinking. Ly has completely stopped, and Javi and Rome limit their alcohol, keeping it to the occasional glass of scotch or bourbon.
“The cake looks lovely.” Georgina sets out a row of glasses. “I can’t wait to try it.”
No is on the tip of my tongue, my natural reaction, but I swallow that response and give her a smile. “It’s my favorite recipe,” I confess. It’s also the first time I’ve shared my baking with anyone.
The doorbell rings, and Georgina whoops and runs to the door. “My favorite unhinged biker is here!”
“My favorite rich bitch is here!” Kiki shouts back.
I smile to myself and head to greet the Hell Hounds. Kiki pulls me into a tight hug, and her guys all give me a round of friendly side-hugs.
“I’m so hungry,” Kiki groans.
“Good, because the food is ready.” Javi appears at my side and kisses my cheek. “Let’s eat.”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper for only him to hear.
He shoots me a wink, a promise of future orgasms, and we head to the outside dining area.
* * *
“Oh my god, this cake is divine,” Kiki moans around a mouthful.
I bite back a grin and watch as everyone else takes their first bite. My heart flutters inside my chest as they shower me with compliments. They like my dessert. I’m not flipping out. I don’t want to scream at them for eating it.
It might be different next time, but for now, I’m okay.
Everyone looks at me. I steel myself and pick up my fork. It glides through the fluffy cake, through the rich frosting. A perfect bite-sized piece. I bring it to my mouth, hesitating for only a moment before taking the bite. Chocolate bursts across my tongue, followed by the creamy sweetness of the buttercream. A faint hint of salt. A perfect combination of cake and icing.
“Holy crap,” I whisper after I’m done chewing.
